AN APOLOGY 20 YEARS LATER

Remember when we were younger and shared a bedroom? Remember when you yelled at me because I snored loudly and a lot? Remember I yelled at you and said I don’t snore? Um, I apologize for yelling at you. Sometimes, I think I’m still awake and believe I’m not snoring. I discovered this realization when Charlie poked me in the side and told me to stop snoring one night. I yelled at him, too. I’m not sure if I apologized to him. Anyway, obviously I was sleeping and snoring like a bulldog.

I guess I was dreaming that I was awake for some reason. I know that I snore, but I didn’t know my snoring kept people awake or woke people up. Sorry. If it’s any consolation, on nights that Charlie needs a good night sleep and I’m snoring like a bull in heat, I move to our futon in the living room. You know me, I can sleep anywhere comfortably — usually.

I remember whenever you yelled me awake, I end up grabbing my pillow and a blanket and falling back to sleep on the carpeted-floor of Dad’s study. I vaguely remember Dad not being happy to discover me passed out in his study when he needed to work on something. Usually, he ordered me to return to bed and I then mumbled something about snoring and you yelling at me. That’s all I remember.